Mantra

There is no try. There is only do or do not.

educational epiphany

HOW I KNEW EUROPEAN STUDIES WAS NOT THE MAJOR FOR ME
i'd like to thank the jamba juice discount and my fhe sisters for our jamba run.

shelley: corina, what's your major again?
me: european studies, business minor.
catherine: oh?! how do you feel about Germany?
me (thinking to myself): WTF?! I don't care about Germany!

yeah, i think that probably means something especially when i would rather talk about congenital heart failure or an aortic valve replacement.

dear science, oh how i've missed thee. i've been in denial for about a whole year. this random car accident and my many hours of greys anatomy has made me remember my love for microbiology, playing with microscopes, growing my own fungi, collecting and testing my own urine samples, counting my rbcs, and reading case studies. it's good to be back. ♥nina

change is inevitable

Lately my conversations sound like this: "Well, I got hit by a car last Monday..." It's funny to say that and have it be something that actually happened to me. Ok, that was insensitive of me to use the word funny...let me appease your uneasiness and substitute funny with "weird". It's still a little strange for me to hearken back to last week and my stroll to the Creamery on 9th with my roommate. Every time I recall the event for each curious friend my mind swirls through these surreal images of car lights in the night and throbbing pain amidst the cries of the distressed driver "I am so sorry, I am so sorry I am so sorry."

Despite his apologies there wasn't much either one of us could do about the situation. I remember absentmindedly telling him "It's ok" and he retorted with "No! It's not ok" which I responded "Well, there's not much we can do about it now." That's where the title for this post comes in. No matter what kind of plan you set up for yourself change is inevitable. It's not a bad thing and I'm not being emo about my accident, I'm just stating the fact that change is inevitable and I've accepted it. There has been a multilicity of changes in my life since that summer night:

1. My body clock is off and I wake up a 3am almost every morning if I'm not wiped out from the pain killers
2. My renal system is on overdrive and I'm told by the nurses that it's because of the fluid build up in my foot
3. I watch movies almost every day
4. I use crutches
5. I'm pretty sure my right calf will be huge by the time school starts from all the hopping I do
6. For the entire month of September I will have to jump on my left foot to make my legs match in their muscle distribution
7. I learned from my aunt that my pain killers are sold in the Utah-Poser-Kids-Drug-Market and that I can make money from selling them and that lots of athletes will sign fake doctor notes to get more drugs because they're addicted. Don't worry, I'm no addict.
8. Plastic surgery seems to make the guys pay more attention to me. hahaha. (mind you, I got a plastic surgeon to perform surgery on my left foot. take note ladies.)
9. I get piggy back rides up and down the three flights to my apartment
10. People say the same joke to me or call me the same names - gimpy, handi, cripple. I mean come on people, give me something original.
11. Grey's Anatomy has given me a different perspective about my injury and my pending recovery. I mean really, there's an episode with a pole going through two people. I'll take my "degloved" left foot any day.
12. I have a changed perspective on everything. If you want to be wise get hit by a car.

put your hawk in the sky

"i've been practicing that song for a week!" - Ange

I just want the blogging world to know that I have the best roommates in the world. I know it's a cliche thing to say, especially as a BYU student, but it applies here. So, long story short - I was hit by a car a 13 days ago and when I came home one day from a doctor's appointment, my roommate Angie surprised me with a lovely song. We are die hard Hannah Montana fans and so she spent the whole day memorizing the "Hoedown Throwdown" song and sang it to me. I personally think that everyone in the world should know the song and the dance that goes with it. I mean if you're 5 or 82 it is something you can do!

Farmer's Market and The Rock Church

Back home it was a tradition for my mother and I to spend our Saturday morning running errands and then stopping by the Farmer's Market on the way home to grab some Greek food from the Greek stand. Since I've come to college I've had to find a substitute for my weekly Greek crave and thankfully the Farmer's Market exists in Utah.

It's not as big as the market back home, but I did buy honey butter one time and I did consume a delicious amount of humus and pita bread and one more thing...it comes with live music! I know, I didn't think Utah would be capable of such a feat, but I stand corrected. There was this lovely little local band playin under a canopy at the market and it turns out they were from the Rock Church. My older sister and I were just chilin and listening to the tunes and this nice lady came over to us and started talking to us about their church. Turns out she was the mother of two members of the band and they played at the church. She invited us to come to church on Friday night and Saturday to listen to the bands, rock out to christian music and meet other young people. We have yet to actually go, but we haven't forgotten the invitation. It's always interesting to learn about other people's beliefs.

Good Friday

I looked up the words good and friday in the dictionary and this is what it said:

good - adj :

1. satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree

2. healthful; beneficial

3. cheerful; optimistic; amiable

4. free of distress or pain

friday -noun
1. the sixth day of the week, following Thursday
2. the day that concludes the strenuous work week and reels in "playtime" with friends

My recent discovery of Provo Trail and Utah Lake with my roommates has caused me to share the loveliness with my other friends. This Friday we had a mini Fugal Hall reunion and we took our bikes and went down to Utah Lake and then had a picnic. We also took the liberty to dub ourselves the groovy name "Sisterhood of the Traveling Bikes". Anyway, multiple trips on bikes shall commence as the year progresses. Bike rides = freedom and bike rides with friends = happiness. What a good friday :)

Gotta love that jazz

Jazz does not belong to one race or culture, but is a gift that America has given the world.
~ Ahmad Alaadeen